Arena
The cold wind whips at your face and arms and you pull the bears head over your own to work as a shield from the cold. Holding the skins around you like a cloak, you follow the trail downward, your breath fogging in the air before you.
The trail leads out of the small valley and goes along the side of the mountain, a sheer cliff on one side of you and a towering mountain on the other. It seems to narrow and widen randomly, but thankfully doesn't come to a point where it is too difficult to navigate. The wind is torture along this trail; constantly ripping the skin from your grasp and threatening to take it.
A sudden turn in the path and you are find yourself facing another valley, this one smaller than the last. Half dozen trees, all a little taller and fuller than the two you encountered before, stand in the center of the little valley.
A man sits at a fire at the foot of one of the evergreens. He sees you and waves out like an old friend.
The trail leads out of the small valley and goes along the side of the mountain, a sheer cliff on one side of you and a towering mountain on the other. It seems to narrow and widen randomly, but thankfully doesn't come to a point where it is too difficult to navigate. The wind is torture along this trail; constantly ripping the skin from your grasp and threatening to take it.
A sudden turn in the path and you are find yourself facing another valley, this one smaller than the last. Half dozen trees, all a little taller and fuller than the two you encountered before, stand in the center of the little valley.
A man sits at a fire at the foot of one of the evergreens. He sees you and waves out like an old friend.